Travelling to Death

Zulfiqar was an unflinching dad who lived in a regressive region once. He puts a lot of effort during the day to run a small farm and sweets shop and is determined to see his six children succeed. Zulfiqar is incredible of a future where his children would show up at the zenith of perfection.

Zulfiqar buckled down alone and encouraged his kids to focus on just two things - their wellbeing and their schooling. He asked them not to participate in unethical activities, not to connect with bad organizations, and not to damage their reputation by participating in bad behavior. History by and large recalls incredible people; one should not be unreasonably kind to the level of being exploited, nor would it be fitting for one to turn out to be manipulative to such an extent that they are excused following using others. Continuously reasonably approach things and regard the poise of the poor since they commonly extend more regard than others.

He deals with his child's incredible food and brings anything fair things he can to help his youth, saying, 'Eat this, you're of the age to eat well. Attempt truly so you can succeed, and when I see you successful, I will feel fulfilled.' He excitedly expected their flourishing, dependably uplifting them to work continually, focusing that without troublesome work, an individual can't achieve anything.

You endeavor to stop Zulfiqar, saying that you are wasting your money on your children's tutoring. If you put away this much money, you could transform into a rich man around here. However, Zulfiqar saves his high expectations for a wonderful advancement without noticing anyone, ensuring the complete education of his children. The members of Zulfiqar's family did not consider him to be great; they were desirous of Zulfiqar, accepting that he was locking in for his children.

In any case, Zulfiqar worked tirelessly to raise his children because Allah was very kind to him. Incidentally, when he went out for work and left one of his youngsters at the shop, and when he returned late around nighttime, Zulfiqar's life partner would encourage him to take some rest. "Your child is dealing with the shop," she would concur. He will handle it. Zulfiqar wouldn't rest, saying that his youngster ought to be exhausted. He locked in that he much of the time turned out to be sick yet never searched for treatment, expecting that a troublesome disorder might be revealed, and the money set aside for his children's tutoring might be spent on his clinical expenses.

Zulfiqar made sure that his children received the best education and guidance for a long time. He gave up his fantasies to take care of them because he was always sure that their chances would be better. His shop transformed into a focal point of trade as well as of dreams and objectives.

The seeds that Zulfiqar planted started to prove to be fruitful, as they generally do. Separately, his adolescents are proficient in their picked fields, showing up at noteworthy levels. At the point when Zulfiqar saw the aftereffects of his forfeits, the delight in his heart was impossible.

The possibility of predetermination was especially striking when sooner or later, Zulfiqar stopped by his sister's home with his most seasoned and most young kids, close by his life partner, to inspect matters concerning his most established kid. They pulled over to get some organic goods as they were approaching. As they were going across the road following getting away from the vehicle, suddenly, a cruiser rammed into them. Zulfiqar's head hit the blacktop, leaving him negligent. His senior children got him back into the car right away and rushed him to the medical clinic.

The specialists at the emergency clinic directed his examinations and advised moving him to an 80-kilometer-away clinic. When an opportunity presents itself, no matter how far away it may be, nothing can stop it. On Monday morning, November 21, at 3:21 a.m., Zulfiqar passed away. Nobody could comprehend how such a decent person could no longer be in this world when news of his death spread. Tears filled everyone's eyes, and these were tears of a sort that had never been seen. Nothing felt right and everyone was in a strange state of shock, considering what had happened to us.

His youngsters kept on taking off, powered by the qualities their dedicated dad educated them. Despite their grief, the group of people saw the self-contradictory truth that Zulfiqar had undoubtedly left a legacy of lasting influence on the journey of those he loved.

Eventually, the title "Travelling to Death" depicts both Zulfiqar's actual excursion right then and there and his soul's continuous excursion through the lives he formed.